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11978>by Gusztáv Kosztolányi Picking my way along the street in central Pest where Pál Závada lives I could barely hear myself think for the noise of diggers, pneumatic drills and the cheery banter of the workmen, who had been charged with the task of improving the road by temporarily transforming it into an obstacle course […]